You may conceive that the whole made a tolerable parcel,especially when I mention that the ladder itself was three hundred feet long!
Then there came the important question of provisions.The hamper was not very large but tolerably satisfactory,for I knew that in concentrated essence of meat and biscuit there was enough to last six months.The only liquid provided by my uncle was Schiedam.Of water,not a drop.We had,however,an ample supply of gourds,and my uncle counted on finding water,and enough to fill them,as soon as we commenced our downward journey.My remarks as to the temperature,the quality,and even as to the possibility of none being found,remained wholly without effect.
To make up the exact list of our traveling gear-for the guidance of future travelers-add,that we carried a medicine and surgical chest with all apparatus necessary for wounds,fractures and blows;lint,scissors,lancets-in fact,a perfect collection of horrible looking instruments;a number of vials containing ammonia,alcohol,ether,Goulard water,aromatic vinegar,in fact,every possible and impossible drug-finally,all the materials for working the Ruhmkorff coil!
My uncle had also been careful to lay in a goodly supply of tobacco,several flasks of very fine gunpowder,boxes of tinder,besides a large belt crammed full of notes and gold.Good boots rendered watertight were to be found to the number of six in the tool box.
"My boy,with such clothing,with such boots,and such general equipment,"said my uncle,in a state of rapturous delight,"we may hope to travel far."It took a whole day to put all these matters in order.In the evening we dined with Baron Trampe,in company with the Mayor of Reykjavik,and Doctor Hyaltalin,the great medical man of Iceland.
M.Fridriksson was not present,and I was afterwards sorry to hear that he and the governor did not agree on some matters connected with the administration of the island.Unfortunately,the consequence was,that I did not understand a word that was said at dinner-a kind of semiofficial reception.One thing I can say,my uncle never left off speaking.
The next day our labor came to an end.Our worthy host delighted my uncle,Professor Hardwigg,by giving him a good map of Iceland,a most important and precious document for a mineralogist.
Our last evening was spent in a long conversation with M.
Fridriksson,whom I liked very much-the more that I never expected to see him or anyone else again.After this agreeable way of spending an hour or so,I tried to sleep.In vain;with the exception of a few dozes,my night was miserable.
At five o'clock in the morning I was awakened from the only real half hour's sleep of the night by the loud neighing of horses under my window.I hastily dressed myself and went down into the street.Hans was engaged in putting the finishing stroke to our baggage,which he did in a silent,quiet way that won my admiration,and yet he did it admirably well.My uncle wasted a great deal of breath in giving him directions,but worthy Hans took not the slightest notice of his words.
At six o'clock all our preparations were completed,and M.
Fridriksson shook hands heartily with us.My uncle thanked him warmly,in the Icelandic language,for his kind hospitality,speaking truly from the heart.
As for myself I put together a few of my best Latin phrases and paid him the highest compliments I could.This fraternal and friendly duty performed,we sallied forth and mounted our horses.
As soon as we were quite ready,M.Fridriksson advanced,and by way of farewell,called after me in the words of Virgil-words which appeared to have been made for us,travelers starting for an uncertain destination:
"Et quacunque viam dederit fortuna sequamur."("And whichsoever way thou goest,may fortune follow!")
